|me:||time for bed|
|stomach:||LET'S EAT 15 CHEESEBURGERS WITH ICE CREAM CAKE AND POTATO CHIPS WITH AN ENTIRE TACO BELL ON THE SIDE|
|brain:||HEY REMEMBER ALL THOSE WORRIES, IDEAS, ASPIRATIONS AND OTHER ANXIOUS THOUGHTS WELL NOW YOU DO|
|muscles:||I HURT FOR AN UNEXPLAINED REASON LIKE ARE YOU GROWING DO YOU HAVE A DISEASE LOL IDK HELP|
|skin:||LET'S PLAY A GAME CALLED ARE YOU ITCHY OR DID A SPIDER EGG SACK JUST BIRTH ON YOU|
|ears:||THERE'S A JET PLANE 500 MILES AWAY ALSO I THINK THE NEIGHBOR IS VACUUMING|
|eyes:||WOW EVER NOTICE HOW IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY INTO PITCH BLACKNESS YOU CAN ALMOST SEE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE|
|mouth:||IT'S DEATH VALLEY UP IN HERE|
|body:||HAVE FUN TOSSING AND TURNING FOR THE NEXT 2 HOURS|
We all get the Sunday night blues. But I have to say a pretty decent antidote is
a glass several glasses of rose, SP making artichoke risotto for dinner, the Motown station on Pandora, and an impending Skype date with a friend in Cali.
Thankful for all these things.
I think it’s important to note (for those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing Patriots Day / Marathon Monday) that this is, without exaggeration, the biggest and best day in Boston each year.
My heart is heavy for my home city and I’m an ridden with anxiety waiting to hear back from all my people.
All of my thoughts, prayers, and love are in Boston.
The Boston Marathon is such a special, inspiring, hopeful, JOYOUS day. It is a day where people, no matter where they are from or what their background, come together to reach an incredible goal or support loved ones who are doing so. It is a day that really brings out the best in the city of Boston and its people. And now a cloud of fear and pain is going to hang over it for years to come.
I am heartbroken for my hometown and the losses its people suffered today.
I am a street photographer in New York City. Several months ago, I was approached by a representative of DKNY who asked to purchase 300 of my photos to hang in their store windows “around the world.” They offered me $15,000. A friend in the industry told me that $50 per photo was not nearly enough to receive from a company with hundreds of millions of dollars of revenue. So I asked for more money. They said “no.”
Today, a fan sent me a photo from a DKNY store in Bangkok. The window is full of my photos. These photos were used without my knowledge, and without compensation.
I don’t want any money. But please REBLOG this post if you think that DKNY should donate $100,000 on my behalf to the YMCA in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn. That donation would sure help a lot of deserving kids go to summer camp. I’ll let you guys know if it happens.
Bad, bad form DKNY.
Click here for the entire, hilarious buzzfeed article.
Huge nostalgic sigh.
But where is the mention of TRL and the one and only Carson Daly??
I respect cab hailing etiquette. If you were waiting on the corner before I got there, the first cab that comes is yours. If you are standing on the south corner waiting for a cab heading downtown, I won’t stand on the north corner and try to steal one from you. Bad manners. So when I’ve been standing on the corner of West 10th and Seventh, patiently waiting for a cab downtown, and a loud group of people comes and stands slightly north of me and accuses me of stealing THEIR cab when one pulls over two seconds later, I am really about the worst person they could have tried to start something with.